Poetry Blog by Savannah Hudson
To be still
To be silent
To be mindless and quiet
It is not human
We aren't meant to have hushed thoughts
In my mind I shout and scream at what you say
But not out loud
I just sit and stare
nodding my head as if I agree
The ideal child
Yet when I do as you ask
Tuesday 12th February 2019 9:40 pm
We can be cruel and narcissistic
We will try to vilify anyone we can
But we can also be kind and honest, giving love to those who need it.
We are beings
We see ourselves as powerful giants that rule the world.
When in reality we are no more important than atoms.
We are dust
We float through life trying to grasp at something that matters.
Tuesday 12th February 2019 9:37 pm
My life is like a never ending circus act
Where sanity is but a dream
Where love can kill
Where arguments bring peace
My life is like the tide forever changing with the moon
Where people come and go like the waves upon the shore
Tuesday 12th February 2019 9:35 pm
The air is full of music
and I can feel a pull deep in my soul.
The heat of the night nearly swallows me whole.
But his eyes lift me high into the sky.
Far from my troubles and fears
to a place where I need no tears.
At a first it doesn't seem real,
but if you dare take a glance you'll see
that this is where my demons dance.
Here they have a chance to be free
Tuesday 12th February 2019 9:34 pm
I love my sister who reminds me of summer
Her hair flows like the wind on a warm summer’s breeze
Her laugh sounds like waves crashing on the beach
I am winter
And this is my sister
She is my opposite
She is my friend
She is the person I look up to
She is the one who can make me laugh
But most important of all she is my sister
And I love her
My sister who reminds me...
Tuesday 12th February 2019 9:30 pm
Love is without bounds
it has no rhyme nor reason.
If not nurtured it can tear at the soul
until there's nothing left,
but the ghosts of what once was.
It can drive ones mind to the brink of insanity
where all good intentions are lost.
Tuesday 12th February 2019 9:29 pm
While people mindlessly stare at screens of light and color
They stain their hands with ignorance
Forever becoming the cattle of America
They are born and raised then milked of their worth
This is America
Are you sure you wish to be branded as "free"?
The illusion of rights and the promises of freedom are but the dreams of men who have long since been asleep.
Tuesday 12th February 2019 5:09 am
Nightmares are the distorted reflections of what once was, and what we dread to become.
Mirrored by childhood fears and grown insecurities.
Constantly being warped by the vanity of others.
Tuesday 12th February 2019 5:06 am
What of the future?
Why plan for what we can not see?
Why can’t we just be?
Living in the moment
Living day to day
While our lives slip away
Into sleep into peace
Into the wonders of our dreams
Why must people say what they do not mean?
Why must I fake a smile?
In fear you might not want to stay awhile
Tuesday 12th February 2019 5:04 am